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I think there are many layers to this scene. What Aziraphale’s words might actually mean:
The speed of the car. While it might seem so at the first glance… nope, it’s not about that.
What Aziraphale probably thinks he means is about being friendly with the enemy, not only about The Arragement of helping each other out when working to make their Head Offices happy, but now also helping with other personal matters, about spending time with each other, about being more than agents stranded far from home who sometimes share a meal. He is asking Crowley to give him time because he cannot get used to the idea that quickly (well, quickly for an immortal) but he is not discarding it alltogether… (similarly when in the knight’s time he vehemently refused The Arrangement and in the Shakespeare’s era we learned that they helped each other dozens of time). He knows he will fold.
What the scene is actually about is love. And it doesn’t matter how you view their relationship - whether friendly, soulmate, platonic or romantic - they love and care very deeply about each other. Crowley is much better about realizing this (though he would never say that out loud), while Aziraphale is not (consciously). He still has the head mostly full of Heaven’s propaganda, yes, but head only. His heart already knows he loves the demon, but needs time to get the head on board as well.
how am I stressing and not giving a shit at the same time
*feels both “I am so bored & understimulated I want to do EVERYTHING!” and “I am so exhausted & overwhelmed I can’t do ANYTHING” at the same time*
zuko rly thought the avatar was 100 years old, and he was still fully prepared to fucking kidnap him. imagine if that had actually gone down like zuko thought it would. you’re a fully-realized avatar and you’ve been hiding out for over a century and all of a sudden you get approached by this 13 year old kid who’s like “WHATS GOOD I’VE GOT NO DEPTH PERCEPTION AND I’M READY TO FIGHT GOD”
I made a Disaster Bi pride flag.
Finally. A flag perfect for me.
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{types of people}
skeleton: loud laughs, messy hair, candle lights, creaking floorboards, oversized sweaters, aloe vera, do no harm but take no shit, easily excited, gets sad when thinking about the past, plucking fresh fruit, handwritten letters
angel: house plants, soft hands, fuzzy socks, the color yellow, vanilla scented candles, fruit smoothies, in love with dogs, impressed easily, would die for their friends, the one to lift others up, pastel markers, actually organized, neat notes
fairy: baking cookies, high ponytails, wants to visit paris, good at teamwork, neutral colors, dresses nicely, very emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, doesn’t judge people, cats, high-waisted jeans, small apartments
vampire: daydreaming in class, can be very distant, a little dramatic, humorous, loves greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, pretty handwriting, tangled up earbuds, probably hasn’t slept in two days, has too many notebooks
siren: hand veins, ouija boards, the mom friend, quick-witted, ripped jeans, would die for their friends, kill them with kindness, has a welcoming vibe around them, hopeless romantic, optimistic, unsent love letters, hard worker
demon: competitiveness, body language, cuddling the ones you love, rainy days, doesn’t easily trust people, actually a big softie, loves to sing, deep conversations, asks how your day was, looks mad but isn’t, mysterious
me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten
team ‘enemies to lovers’ or team ‘friends to lovers’?
enemies to friends to lovers you fool you absolute buffoon
When I was about 11, my father was listening to NPR in the car and I was the captive audience in the back seat with no choice but to listen. It was some gardening and/or food themed show and the host was talking about how carrots grown in the winter produce more sugar. This is an evolutionary tactic on the carrot’s part to survive harsh conditions. And that was when this man dropped the most banger line I’ve ever heard. “When you bite into a carrot and it tastes sweet, that’s the carrot saying ‘I don’t want to die.’” I was floored, changed as a person forever. This line haunts me. The poetry. The emotion. NPR made me the sappy garden idiot I am today, romanticizing senescence and over analyzing the science behind vegetables.
Not to be furiously antimodern but like. Existence has meaning
Existence has meaning, some of which is found and some of which is created, and doing this is among the noblest of human quests
I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go
It gets destroyed by adults not believing in you and telling you to pick a realistic career. And by society creating all these obstacles to the point that you’re too tired to try.
But they’re not really unrealistic, SOMEBODY is going to be an olympic swimmer and it might as well be you.
Actually I want to talk about this a little more than I did, because olympic swimming is incredible and works perfectly to talk about attaining goals.
I used to be a varsity swimmer, and I was damn good, but I was forced into it by my parents and completely lost my love for it and therein my drive. But in high school I was swimming against such talented swimmers like Olympic Swimmer Missy Franklin. I’ve met her, and the main difference between her and me was that I was strong but had no passion, but she was strong BECAUSE she had passion.
And I could have been good, really good, maybe even Olympic good. I even have the predisposition for it, been swimming since I was 2 years old, have a mom who was almost an olympic swimmer. Missy didn’t have either of those things, she just wanted it, loved it, had been doing it for a long time, and decided she was going to kick ass at it.
Right, that’s great and all, but I completely missed my opportunity to be an olympic swimmer, yeah? and can never achieve those dreams I had as a kid? No, not even though. There was this whole thought that female athletes peak when they’re 17 years old and lose their skills quickly after that, and male athletes peak around 19. But then Olympic Swimmer Dara Torres shows up. She was an olympic swimmer when she was 17, 21 and 25. Pretty normal age for retirement. She had a few kids. She kicked butt at being a mom.
And then at 33 years old she decides she’s bored or something gets back in shape and kicks so much ass at the trials that she lands herself on the Olympic Team ONCE AGAIN. And then 8 years later, she decides, heck I’m 41 now, no one has ever made the olympic swim team as old as I am, I want to get in shape yet again and teach these children how sports work.
And she still has the record for oldest US Olympic Swimmer, not even any men have beat out that record.
So basically what I’m saying is you could be an olympic swimmer, you really could be. And there are obviously a lot of things stopping you and trying to get in your way: your brain, society, too much chocolate cake for example. But if you really dedicate yourself to it and love it with all of your heart you could, you really could.
And lets say olympic swimming isn’t your jam? That’s cool too. There isn’t a single skill in this world that you can’t learn if you absolutely love it and want to. Any skill you want is going to take time. There are countless famous people who started learning a skill after 20, 30, 40, or even 50. Not a single person has even been president under age 35 (most likely because you’re not allowed to be, but there’s a reason for that). Whatever you want to do you’re probably going to be bad at first, and I’m talking really shitty.
Van Gogh got started in his 20′s and was thought to have no artistic talent at first and was forced to sit in the back of classrooms where the worst artists in the class sat. So yeah you’ll probably be bad, like really bad and everyone including you will think you’re bad. If you stick with it though, if you’re willing to work for years and years, if you keep loving it after all the pain it’s given you,
then you might just paint Starry Night.
#looks like there’s still time for me to learn how to draw … YES. As someone who started drawing at 35 and who always was like: ‘eh, I can’t draw a stick figure to save my life, but I would love to be able to’ this is near and dear to my heart. If you want to draw, start drawing. Keep drawing. Be shit at drawing at first. Keep it up, doodle things on scraps but also draw stuff you don’t think you can draw. Challenge yourself, you will be surprised what you can do. It will be frustrating at times, but it will also be awesome. It is SO much a matter of practice and dedication, not talent.
This applies for writing, too.
Don’t ever think for a second that it doesn’t! Want to start writing? Then write! You will get better the more you write, the more often, and you will improve, all of the time, as long as you dedicate yourself.
The worst lie we tell ourselves is “it’s too late.”
roaring 20s? no, snoring 20s. everyone go take a nap.
i HATE stories where, after spending months or even years working and traveling and living together and developing a found family dynamic through their shared time and experiences together, all the characters just… break up once they’ve achieved their shared goals and defeated The Big Enemy or whatever like “oh… we’ve done what we set out to do… i guess there’s no need for any of us to see each other again… it’s probably best we all go our separate ways so we can get on with our lives” like fuck THAT
if it was me i’d be like “alright kids, grab your things, we’re going to visit your Uncle Bastard for the weekend. yes, the one who tried to kill me when we first met and was there for my wedding and when both of you were born” like it’s just not realistic
the protagonist at the end of some novel: i’m gonna miss you guys, but hey, if you’re ever passing through, you’re always welcome to come in and stay for dinner
me in the exact same scenario: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER???
Plants are just like… Too much sun. Not enough sun. Ground too wet. Ground too dry. The pH balance is wrong. There’s not enough drainage. I don’t like terracotta. Feed me. Stop feeding me. God was killed here. I do not vibe with this soil.
then plants in nature be like… OWO .. is that a crack in the concrete?